come spring

come spring, I vow to live again
and break open scabs that heal
over this time of grays concave
and winter’s lack of appeal

hold breath with me now and pause
as my purposeful steps take stride
with each tic of this solaced clock
towards break from temporary hide

the newness of April’s light
will blend marks from my skin
as no power resides over me
except for the power of…

…and today, I begin.

© Copyright 2017 Melissa Leigh Clarke. All Rights Reserved.

About Melissa Leigh

I believe that every life is full of endless moments that help you, hurt your, change you, inspire you, and allow you to mold yourself into the best version of yourself that you can possibly be. Stories exist in all of us and need to be shared in order to grow.
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